Steele 11 - Kill Cobain

Money drugs counterfeit pop pills for the fuck of it
Got no love from anyone I used to be irrelevant
Now they see me flexin on they bros
They mad cuz LA bouta be my home

Rock-star lifestyle bitch I'm on the road
Once I get my fuckin check I aint never coming home
Used to be a fuckin no-one now I'm fuckin hella hoes
Dior tags on all my jeans i buy my bitch designer clothes
Got my self new bitch I might fuck my new bitch
God I feel so stupid oxeyes make me clueless
Dragon like it's toothless Bentley coupe it's roofless
Bitches pray for me to fall off but they like my music
Rock-star lifestyle Kurt Cobain
Put the 40 to my head and blow out my brains
Take the cigs out my hand and smoke away the pain
I don't wanna be here I don't wanna feel the same
Take out the pole imma blow out his brains
Leave him dead on the ground he like damn Kurt Cobain
I'm a sick mother fucker I've been through the pain
Imma leave this whole earth cuz it won't be the same

Written by:
Evan Steele

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